Lucy sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood. She pushed her seat back into the desk before absentmindedly following a guard back to her room. He was at least a foot taller than her, with shaggy hair and dark eyes. She matched his face with his name tag, a red and pin stuck to the front of his shirt. Joseph. Storing the information in the back of her mind, she shifted on the balls of her heels as he unlocked the door. The door creaked open, and Lucy stepped in. The entire room was painted white, with a cold tile floor and no windows. A small painting hung in the corner above her mattress, And a table with two chairs sat in the middle of the room. She made her way over to the small dresser next to her bed. Vlad may be cruel and psychopathic, but he at least made the cells seem comfortable.
Lucy glanced from the top drawer to the door before pulling it open slowly. Inside was a small silver button. She had torn it from a worn out pair of jeans the previous night. They were too small for her, and were covered in holes, so she had taken it off of them. She walked away from the dresser to the door, flipping it like a coin and catching it in her palm. Tightening her grip, she closed her eyes. The metal shifted in her palm, almost as if it was liquid, before forming into a solid object. Lucy opened up her fist, looking down at what she had made. It resembled a paper clip that had been bent to form a straight line, curved upwards slightly at the end. She pushed it into the lock, brows furrowed in concentration. It twisted in her hand, forming into the correct shapes.
Click, click, click. Lucy grinned slightly at her victory. She removed the metal, tucking it in her pocket. Her hand cautiously was raised up, grasping the doorknob. Just one twist, and she could get out. She turned her hand, pushing her shoulder against the frame of the door. It didn't move. Lucy cursed, shoving her shoulder against the door and immediately regretting it. Her back was on fire, and she could feel the blood dripping out of the reopened wound. She swore, clutching her back before walking over to her mattress and falling onto it. Of course Vlad had put in reinforcements on her door. How could she not have thought of that?